Reflections

[Intro]
Black Gold
You know!

[Verse]
Give me one reason I should stop
Give me one reason I should not
Tell me why the demons wanna see me on top?
Why the Lord tell me watch out for the cops?
Some other kid hold [?] nigga
Your brother's kid too
Always wanna be a little thug nigga
Why the fuck you could never show them the right thing to do?
The fuck you gotta prove nigga?
Who the fuck cares about you nigga?
Put on for this little fucking show in your head
I hope he don't believe this shit is true nigga
Materialistic and X bitches don't matter when you tripping
But when you sitting that [?] boy I hope that spliff be hitting
When you're a light-bearer you're no better
Pitch-black out, still no sweater
Too cold boy, I don't sweat it
These niggas faker than most of 'em
Too young I guess I don't get it
Lost so many nigga I'm lightheaded
Like why the fuck I'm still here?
Who the fuck deserves some credit?
Young nigga, sole soul survivor
Still riding, so rotten
From the Rotten Apple
Look what with they provide him
Kidless scriptures, so exotic
Lebanese, I gotta bomb it
Young Mexican I got the chronic
My synapse is top five
Before alcoholic is diagnostic
Lost to myself I ain't even hit wealth
No I [?] for the belt, fuck my health
Headed to the top with no desire for the flop
Man flip a couple Bs and these niggas get dropped
Started outshining, now they wanna box
I took every shot and no I didn't miss
My bitch wanna dip back to pimping I guess
I changing shit even when liquor ain't it
I ain't gon' trip, rather take a vacation
Count all my dollars 'til it all make since
Retrace my steps, see where I went
Wrong, singing the same damn song
Tryna get this a'ight 'til the pain all gone
Tryna get it rained so I trap through the storm
Tryna come home like "Look mom I'm grown
Here's a couple racks and you know where that from"
If not illegal, down for the people
If I'm too lethal, down for the sequel
You take up space, I'm bound to delete you
Homies is like glass, niggas straight see through
Lean with [?], just keep it real yo
Fuck emotion, that's how I feel though
You don't like it, listen to my ears hoe
Always got the push never needed a hero
Shout to the bottles, always keep bottled up
Shouting to the homies that kept one tucked
Looking at these strings like hope y'all duck
It's a cold, cold world when you not bundled up
Rep my set like I'm in the gym, no sweat
'Til my death I regret no step
Fear no man but I learned to respect
A nigga still breathing so I say "God Bless" like yeah

[Outro]
A nigga still breathing "God Bless"
Fuck that shit, I don't need no strap
Nigga off the top put it all on the rest
Like fuck, I don't care about these bitches
No I put on for my niggas fuck these bitches
No I ain't really worried man aw fuck these bitches man